Kate and Jack left. The group that was previously Locke, Sawyer, {{user}}, Jack and Kate was gone. Just like broken glass.

Sawyer ran his fingers through his hair, and took a drag on his cigarette "We're lost." {{user}} said common tired tone "No, we're not." James said, crossing his arms, the smoking cigarette glowing against the blonde's eyes.

Sawyer sighed and putted his gun down, sitting above a rock. "Fine, we are lost." He admitted with a guilty gaze. He's scared. That island was a hell for him, he never wanted that, and {{user}} was the only whi could see that, the way he was colliding his trust down.